The Nanny is Off Limits

by Q.B. Tyler

He yawns, mumbling a quiet good morning, before making his way to the coffee maker. I try my best not to pay attention to how the sweatpants cling to him or the t-shirt that shows off his toned arms. It’s loose across his torso, so I can’t make out a ton of definition but I do see a hint of a happy trail when his shirt rides up slightly. I avert my gaze not wanting to think about the hair there or what lies just beneath it.

“Wow.” He blurts out and I can’t stop the smirk that pulls at my lips. “I mean…” He closes his eyes and rubs his jaw and when he opens them, I can see the lust all over his face. “No, I meant wow.” He closes the space between us. “You’re not coming back tonight?” he asks when he notices the bag at my feet.

I press the button to call him back and he answers on the first ring. “Well, good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

“Hey.” I wave and a sexy smile that makes my knees weak finds his face before he returns my wave. “Hey, sunshine.”

“You busy?” he asks and I shake my head. “Come have a drink with me.” I eye him warily and he gives me a boyish grin. “I know you don’t like whiskey. I’ll make you a margarita.” He waves me out of bed before he leaves my room.

He takes a sip of his drink and licks a stray drop from his bottom lip. My sex pulses instantly. “You already know I want you here.”

“Sunshine.” “Why do you call me that?” He hesitates for a second and gives me a sweet smile. “Because you have become one of the bright spots in what has felt like a very dark year,”

I lean forward and press my lips to his, and the sound transforms into a growl as his tongue snakes into my mouth without missing a beat. Finally. Oh. my. God.

He grips my hips to stop me from moving and chuckles into my neck. “Don’t train my dick to react when you call me that. It’s already hard enough to keep it in check when we’re in the same room.”

My hands move between us and reach under the t-shirt he’s wearing and then they’re on the drawstring of his pants. I don’t undo them, but I tangle them in my fingers long enough that he knows what I want. “You want them off?” He gives me a cocky grin before darting his gaze to where my hands are between us.

I’m off his lap in an instant, moving to the other end of the couch like he’s on fire and I watch as he stands up and adjusts himself. I try not to pay attention to the way he reaches inside his sweats to move his dick so it’s not sticking straight out. I lick my lips and I don’t miss the growl that leaves his lips. “We are not done,” he says as he moves to the entryway of the living room just as Isla comes bounding into the room, a stuffed bunny in one hand and a teddy bear in the other.